Turn bad luck into good luck [Entertainment circle]

"Mr. Shen, can you tell me what you think about Mr. Guo Jiaji's competition for the Berlin Silver Bear?"

Although the speaker used honorifics, his tone was aggressive.

Staring at Shen Du closely, he repeated with a raised tone, "Mr. Shen, can you please answer me?"

Shen Du held his hand slightly in front of him, turned his face to the side and didn't reply, and immediately felt that the soles of his feet were stepped on several times in the chaos.

The long microphones were densely packed in front of Shen Du, covering the lens even in front of his eyes.

Everyone's face is blurred, with a smile or an eager expression on their faces.

The burning pain just now was no longer felt on the back of the hand, Shen Du turned sideways to express his refusal, while looking around.

Liu Liu, who went to drive, was still missing.

The reporters in front of him rushed up and pushed him again, Shen Du took a few steps back helplessly, the chaotic and noisy voices were all around his ears.

"Mr. Shen, I have a question..."

"I'm a reporter from "Everyday Star Advocacy", I would like to ask..."

"Teacher Shen..."

"Teacher Shen Du..."

The temples jumped a few times for no reason, as if a thin string trembled violently in his head, and his mind throbbed like lightning.

Shen Du subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead lightly, his palm was hot.

Under the fingertips, it was cold, and there were fine sweat stains.

The body is wrapped in a heavy down jacket, but the whole person seems to be separated from the outside world, and the surrounding voices suddenly pull away and then pull closer.

For a while it was clear but not very clear.

Like someone covering the ears with a thin film, a sharp and monotonous roar sounded faintly in his head.

He heard himself breathing heavily, one after another.

"...Mr. Shen, can you please talk about..."

The mouths of the people around opened and closed, and even the lens that was always held in their hands reflected a cold white light, as if they were fascinated by his eyes, making him a little unclear.

Shen Du shook his head, smiling wryly in his heart.

It still seems to be too big.

A few days ago, I accidentally caught a cold. I drank a few medicines and didn't take it seriously. Who knew that it was fine in the morning, but it became serious when I left the set.

Shen Du suspects that he has a little fever now.

The most direct consequence is that thinking becomes sluggish, and it takes several seconds to respond to what others say.

But he didn't want to speak either.

Maybe it was burnt out, maybe it was just tiredness.

He was pushed and moved a few steps to the side, as if his body was not his own, and he heard someone calling his name in a daze.

"Shen Du!"

It sounded like Fu Liran's voice.

He regained his composure and cheered up just in time to see Liu Liu's car coming from behind and parked behind the reporters.

I don't know where the strength came from, and I pushed away the people in front of me.

Shen Du staggered and walked quickly, opened the car door and sat on it.

He was a little sleepy, and said in a hoarse voice: "Go quickly." After speaking, he leaned on the seat cushion and closed his eyes slightly.

Liu Liu in the car was also terrified.

He turned the steering wheel, glanced in the rearview mirror at the reporters who were chasing after him not far from the rear of the car, and secretly regretted that he had walked away just now.

I don't know if Brother Shen is injured?

He stepped on the accelerator, looked straight ahead, and asked casually without looking back: "By the way, brother Lu called just now and said it was—"

"Brother Shen?"

He felt something was wrong, quickly glanced at the rearview mirror, looked away, couldn't help but glanced again, his expression suddenly changed.

"Brother Shen!!"

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

The sound of the alarm clock's hands ticking seemed to be very close, and the bed was soft and damp, and the surroundings were very quiet.

It seems that the slight sound of the air humidifier not far away can be heard.

With a slight movement of his left hand, he felt a slight coolness on the back of his hand.Immediately, the mattress sank in one place, and the hand was gently lifted, and carefully placed back far away.

There was another person's slight breathing in the room.

Shen Du slowly opened his eyes, stretched out a hand to touch his forehead, smoothed his sweaty hair, and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Do not……"

As soon as Shen Du opened his mouth, he startled himself, his voice was a little hoarse and dry, and it hurt like he wanted to swallow a blade when he spoke.

He frowned slightly, sat up and touched his throat with one hand.

Fu Liran tucked a pillow into his back, covered the corner of the quilt again, turned around and poured him a glass of water.

Shen Du took a sip and looked at him: "When did you... come here?"

"Yesterday." Fu Liran stretched his hands upwards, "I called you, but Xiao Liu picked it up. I only found out after asking that he was taking you to the hospital."

He couldn't help yawning, and said vaguely: "I haven't slept all night, I'm sleepy."

He was about to fall at a slant, Shen Du quickly reached out to help him, but Fu Liran quickly grabbed his arm and stuffed it back.

"Hurry up and wrap it up, it took a long time to retreat, don't burn it again after tossing."

Shen Du had no choice but to let the other party wrap him tightly with the quilt.

Then he hugged him with hands and feet like an octopus, buried his face in the quilt in front of him, and remained motionless.

"Li Ran..."

As soon as he moved, he heard Fu Liran whisper: "Don't move, let me lean on for a while, just for a while..."

Sure enough, Shen Du didn't move anymore. After a while, he was afraid that he would catch a cold if he really fell asleep, so he had to ask him: "Going to the night show?"

"……Um."

Fu Liran didn't raise his face, but closed his eyes and replied depressedly, "There was a scene that I couldn't get through, and I shot the night scene for three consecutive days."

The most exasperating thing was that the person who played the opposite role with him was always unable to get into the mood, he stumbled a few lines, and he was only thinking about stealing the scene.

He even had to follow the reshoots over and over again.

Shen Du leaned on the head of the bed, looking down at the person lying on the quilt in front of him: "Don't sleep yet, are you hungry? I'll go cook something to eat."

"I just asked Li Pin to buy it."

Fu Liran opened his eyes and turned over, and sat on the bed with Shen Du. He didn't wear makeup at home, so the small dark shadow under his eyes became obvious.

He took out his phone and suddenly remembered and asked, "What's going on online? As for Lu Baisheng, I can't find him, and I can't get through to his phone."

"What's going on..."

Shen Du was in a fog, so he simply put on some clothes, took Fu Liran's phone and glanced at it.

"Silver Bear?"

He slid down, and suddenly saw the eye-catching titles pushed on the webpage, how to write how to attract people.

Weibo and other major platforms are all occupied by marketing accounts, and from time to time, Guojiazi will be praised.

At the end, he still didn't forget to step on him again.

Guo Jiaji has been in the limelight recently, and he talked about Shen Du, who has a bright future and is becoming more and more popular every day, and the topic of the Berlin Film Festival.

If the news of the discord between the two is revealed at this juncture, it will definitely attract the attention of the public.

——No wonder those reporters wanted to block him.

Shen Du stretched out his hand to pinch a strand of hair hanging down his forehead, turned around and found his mobile phone beside him, took some pictures and sent them to Lu Baisheng.

Counting the time difference, the other party should not see it so soon.

Fu Liran glanced up, and said, "Don't plan to take care of it?"

"It's not the time yet." Shen Du lowered his eyes, staring at the phone screen with unclear expressions.

With a flick of his fingertips, he slapped the phone beside the bed.

Fu Liran glanced over, and saw that the phone was facing up, and a photo from the Guo family that occupied the entire screen was lying there without any disguise.

The title at the bottom is "The son of the queen of shadows is a powerful niche! Can he reproduce his mother's glory in the past?!"

Only then did Shen Du slowly continue the above words——

"……Soon."

Fu Liran was slightly taken aback.

The Berlin Film Festival was held as scheduled.

But the bigger surprise is yet to come.

In less than an hour, the news that the movie "Return to the South" starring Shen Du won the Berlin Best Film Award spread back to China.

Not surprisingly, Shen Du won the best actor award.

The domestic media immediately went into an uproar.

First, "Return to the South" failed to qualify for the Golden Horse Awards, and then there was an uproarious dispute between Guo and Chen on the Internet. In this short period of time, various media outlets were really happy.

Contrary to Shen Du's upcoming popularity, Guo Jiaji, who has always been full of confidence, not only missed the long-awaited Silver Bear Award.

And it does seem to have been out of luck on the big screen, with films starring in few nominations.

Not to mention any awards.

Look at the overwhelming marketing articles on the Internet before——

Snapped!

The melon-eating crowd seemed to see a big hand firmly slapping his face.

The attitude of the media was instantly reversed.

"Shocking!! The Berlin Film Festival ended successfully, and Shen Du won the Silver Bear Award!"

"A dark horse from the Berlin Film Festival, the editor will guide you to interpret the movie "Return to the South"!"

"A young student with absolute strength, a genius or a darling newcomer actor Shen Du's unknown side!"

"Sweat and hard work, film critic Mr. Zhang talked about "Return to the South", saying that the director is a ghost! Its starring Shen Du is a 'belated glory, tomorrow's superstar'!!"

……

Lu Baisheng just got off the plane, didn't even have time to take his suitcase home, he took a taxi directly to the company, the phone in the office was about to go off.

While arranging things calmly, he tilted his head to talk to Shen Du with his phone between his hands.

"...That's right, strike while the iron is hot, I'll make arrangements right away, you stay at home for the time being...The production team is as usual, I'll send a few bodyguards to follow..."

"...Well, let's not talk about it, I will call you later."

After he hung up the phone, the door of the office was pushed open, and the executive in charge of network marketing walked in with a face full of excitement.

"Brother Lu, everyone is ready! Shall we start now?"

Lu Baisheng nodded slightly, but he still did not forget to remind: "Yes, but don't overdo it. Be careful. By the way,"

He curled his mouth, "Don't forget about the 'Mr. Guo' who jumped up and down recently. Since he wants to fire, we will help him again."

The supervisor chuckled a few times, and almost patted his chest to make sure: "Don't worry, it's absolutely fine to leave it to us!"

at the same time.

Caring, who was still charming, pulled down the brim of her hat and mask, glanced around with her scarlet wallet in one hand, turned around, and rang the doorbell again.

But the people inside never came out.

She furrowed her eyebrows tightly, and then hastily stretched them out again. Her white fingertips caressed between her eyebrows, wondering if the action just now had added a few more wrinkles to her face.

After waiting for a while, she also became a little impatient.

It's just that he was hit once, so he hid at home and didn't dare to come out. He was suspicious by nature and couldn't stand a little trial. How could he care about Zhan's son like she did?

She sneered in her heart.

Just like this, he still wants to surpass her, saying that he can still be the actor without relying on her as a mother.

How naive.